Broken Dreams

Broken dreams,
like angels with broken wings,
I can't fly,
trying to keep myself
off the ground.
I'm falling,
I'm failing, 
everything I do 
crumbles beneath me.
My wings can't hold me 
much longer.
How long before
we break under the pressure
of trying to fit in?
I know I'm unique and 
beautiful, 
but maybe I want to be
like the others.
Why don't they accept me?
Am I not good enough
for them?
Questions run through my head
like cars running off the road.
Derailed.
Fatal.
My wings aren't working.

--z.w.

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